Chapter 118: Attack On Goblins 4

Lenore moved past the trees and well into the clearing, she fought back the urge to choke as ash flew into her mouth, soot coated her boots as she pulled out her rapier ready to do battle for her king's sake. For one she knew she was walking a tightrope with Rezar. Her previous berating and yelling at him in front of others during Neema's funeral undoubtedly called his authority into question. But she knew what he stood for, or rather what he was slowly coming to realize he stood for. There was a lot of significant meanings and concepts behind Rezar, enough that he would definitely end up as Legendary as the kings of old.

But she didn't follow him for such a boring and frankly unnecessary achievements. No she followed him because he was the only necromancer around with a shit ton of potential, potential that he has proven time and time again. He made a promise and he has been keeping it, by creating a place where she could be herself, a place where there was death and horror and pain, and she brought it down upon those who faced her.

She pulled out her rapier as she broke in a run, swiping left and relieving a goblin of his head in one smooth and swift stroke. She bent down and grabbed a dead goblin up, raising it just in time to intercept the blasts of flames that came from the red Hobgoblin that was the general of this force. The body was blasted to pieces and her fingers were scalded from the aftermath, but she didn't slow her stride as lightning gathered on the heels of her boots.

[Electric Step]

She ended up in the midst of a couple of goblins trying their hardest to hold back the horde of zombies around them. they had not noticed her when she stabbed through the head of a goblin, and then sent a really hard kick into the head of another, immediately snapping his neck in the process. Then she pulled her left hand backwards, a ball of purple electricity coming to life on it, and then she thrusted it forwards.

[Chain Lightning]

Lightning from her hand surged forwards, slamming into one goblin after the other, it was like a web of exquisite death, because for every goblin that it touched, all that was left was charred remains. And the secret to chain lightning was that it was a skill that kept on moving from one enemy to the next until they were all dead, and beyond that it was a skill that lasted a good fifteen seconds, seeking for opponents all over the battlefield.

She rolled forwards as a jet of flame went over her head, while she played with fire a lot of the time, it didn't mean she was willing to have the flames of her enemy be blasted onto her. She had resistances towards heat and flame but she wasn't immune to it. She rushed forwards, her rapier nothing more than a piercing light of electricity that stabbed towards the general of the goblins.

*Bang! * ~sszzz!!

A shield of flames sprang up in front of her, completely defending the Red hobgoblin general from her strike, there was a reversal as a little shockwave blasted her backwards, forcing her to twist her lithe form in the air and backflip to land on her feet and hand in a crouch with her rapier pointed backwards. The shield of flames flickered out and the Red Hobgoblin was left defenseless, or so she though as a lance of fire had followed right after she had landed.

She was forced to twist her body to the side, but the spell was close enough that her a garish wound appeared on her chest as the flames burnt through her leather armor and skin. There was pain, and it was intense and almost completely mind numbing, but she was a demoness for a reason, pain was not a hindrance to her, it was a tool.

[Pain Bond]

She gave a knowing smile as the Red Hobgoblin let out a yell and held his chest, his attention faltering for a bit as Lenore made him feel the pain she was currently feeling and at twice the intensity. She reeled back, his bulky form lumbering through undead and living alike as fear clouded his eyes and his judgement. Lenore was not one to let a moment pass her by as she rushed towards him, giving a sinister smile as clarity came back to his eyes after fighting through the pain, only for her knee to smash into his nose as her thing rapier found purchase in-between the cracks of his armor, swiftly sliding into his neck above his collarbone, and quickly coming out as she pushed off his body, making a graceful backflip in the air before coming to a stop, her sword pointing to the ground as she took a fencing stance.

"I-I-y-you!"

The Red Hobgoblin gurgled his words as blood poured in rapid rivulets out of his armor and down his neck. He took a few unsteady steps backwards as his hands shuffled through a pouch on his waist before pulling out a health potion, about to take a drink from it to heal himself. He kept a warry eye on Lenore, not at all sure she would not make a move before he was completely healed, but she was not the one he had to worry about.

A blue goblin missing a leg lunged for his outstretched arm, happily sinking its undead teeth in his palm, taking a few fingers and forcing him to drop the vial of health potion. He screamed out in pain, forcing more blood out of his throat as his dull bronze armor had become completely covered in blood. Then there was another zombie gobbling drawn to the blood, and it did not hesitate to climb onto his back and sink its teeth into his skull, not at all caring for the thick mop of brow hair as jaws clamped down hard and skull gave way to blood.

This time his screams were so great that Lenore felt her heart tremble, this was ecstasy in more ways than one, but it was not enough, soon enough there was another zombie goblin, and another, and another, until his entire armor was stripped away from him and his flesh was left open to be feasted on.

Lenore licked her lips and smiled, his painful screams the greatest of symphonies she's ever heard the pleasure of hearing. These goblins were not the monsters they were stereotypically portrayed to be, the had a kingdom, and army, they wore clothes. But as undead, they seemed to become nothing more than what their base instincts expected from them, raw hideous monsters that lived for nothing but the thrill of the kill and joy of stripping flesh from the body of the living. Lenore felt that they would make really good pets, really, really good pets!